134: Want to live forever? First, consider whether your contributions to humanity are sufficient.

When the terrifying miracle of the “Shennong” project—the ability to extend the lifespan of the entire population by fifty years, enough to drive all of human civilization mad—was clearly presented to the world via the official global live broadcast of Xia Country.

The entire world fell silent.

All the remnants of the Western Alliance who were previously engaged in frantic internal strife over vague “hegemony” and “dignity”!

All the global capital behemoths who were previously scheming against each other for meager commercial interests!

All the politicians from various countries who were previously attacking each other over so-called “faith” and “ideologies”!

At this moment, they all seemed to have their throats fiercely choked by an invisible giant hand!

One by one, their faces were ghastly pale!

Their bodies were icy cold!

Their minds were utterly blank!

Eternal

Eternal life?!

Although it wasn't true immortality or invincibility!

But that extra fifty, or even one hundred, years of lifespan!

For these “superior people” who already stood at the apex of this planet's pyramid of power and wealth!

What did it mean?!

It meant they would have more time!

To enjoy their inexhaustible wealth!

To control that supreme power!

To taste the ultimate earthly

pleasure!

This was the ultimate

temptation that no mortal could refuse!

"N-no, impossible—"

"This must be another scam orchestrated by the Xia Country people!"

Western Alliance, White House.

The newly appointed acting commander watched the Xia Country elderly on the screen, who had become vigorous and rejuvenated after injecting the genetic serum!

That face, filled with exhaustion and helplessness, was covered in an unprecedented, as-if-he-had-seen-a-ghost

shock!

And jealousy!

He didn't believe it!

He wouldn't believe it even if you killed him!

How could God possibly favor those damned yellow-skinned monkeys so much?!

However—

Before he could recover from this massive self-doubt and rage.

An even more devastating piece of bad news arrived immediately!

"Report, sir!"

A blonde, blue-eyed intelligence officer, his face ashen with despair, stumbled in!

"N-not good!"

"All the billionaires in our Western Alliance have gone mad!"

"What?!"

"Just now!"

"We detected tens of thousands of private jets taking off from every corner of the world!"

"They are rushing frantically toward Jinghai City in Xia Country!"

"According to our preliminary statistics!"

"The owners of these tens of thousands of private jets include nearly ninety percent of our entire Western world's"

"Super-rich!"

"They even established an 'Immortals' Alliance' on Twitter!"

"They are openly pressuring our government!"

"Demanding that we immediately cease all hostile actions against Xia Country!"

"And, at all costs!"

"Acquire for them that 'miracle drug' that can resurrect the dead!"

"Miracle drug!"

Boom!!!

This sentence was like a black lightning bolt, powerful enough to split the entire hegemony of the Western Alliance!

It struck fiercely upon the heads of all the Western Alliance bigwigs present!

They were completely petrified!

It's over!

It's all fucking over!

Their once arrogant and massive empire!

Faced with the temptation of “eternal life” offered by the Xia Country people—a temptation that could drive even gods and demons mad!

They couldn't put up even the slightest bit of resistance!

They were completely

disintegrated from within!

"A bunch of damned traitors!"

Burns's hoarse voice was trembling!

"A group of parasites whose souls have been corrupted by money and desire!"

However—

His curses were so pale and powerless.

Because he knew.

Never mind those greedy capitalists.

Even he himself!

Faced with an extra hundred years of lifespan!

He would be utterly incapable of maintaining so-called “reason”!

Meanwhile, at this moment.

Below the headquarters building of Pangu Technology in Jinghai City, Xia Country.

The area was already completely blockaded by super-rich individuals swarming in from all over the world!

Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, Maybachs—

All the top-tier luxury cars representing wealth and status!

Were casually abandoned on the roadside like worthless scrap metal!

And those “superior people” who were usually arrogant and powerful throughout the world!

Now looked exactly like the most humble beggars!

Dressed in suits and ties, yet their faces were haggard and pleading!

They frantically surged toward the tightly closed, futuristic alloy gate!

In their hands, they held high stacks of

blank checks!

Their goal was singular!

Which was—

To beg for the medicine!

To beg for that miraculous medicine that could make them young again and live for another hundred years!

Miracle drug!

"I am the heir of the Rothschild family! I offer one hundred billion US dollars! I beg to see Mr. Lu Chen!"

"One hundred billion? Get lost, pauper! I am the Oil Prince of the Middle East! I offer five hundred billion! I want to buy out the entire production of the 'Shennong' serum for the next ten years!"

"All of you, shut up!"

A white-haired old man, whose eyes were filled with endless majesty, slowly walked out from the crowd!

It was none other than the current head of the Rockefeller Family!

Old Morgan!

He slowly shook his head as he looked at these "colleagues" who looked like madmen before him.

Then, under the gazes of everyone present, filled with shock and disbelief.

Slowly,

He bent his proud

knee!

With a “thump”!

He actually knelt straight down right in front of the Pangu Technology entrance!

His elderly face, usually calm as an ancient well, was filled with humiliation and

pleading!

His voice was hoarse and filled with endless regret!

"I beg you!"

"Let me see Mr. Lu Chen!"

"I represent all the capitalists in the world and apologize to him!"

"We are willing to accept any terms!"

"We only ask—"

"We only ask that you grant us"

"Eternal life!"

However—

Just as he finished this tearful plea, filled with “genuine emotion.”

A calm voice, as if untouched by the mundane world, slowly sounded through the building's public address system.

"Eternal life?"

"Do you deserve it?"

The next second!

Pangu Technology's official website suddenly updated with a brand new

announcement, filled with god-like dominance and unquestionable authority!

[Announcement:]

[Given the unique nature and scarcity of the “Shennong” I Genetic Enhancement and Longevity Serum.]

[Effective immediately, this company will initiate limited global procurement applications!]

[There is only one qualification for application—]

[Based on your ‘Outstanding Contribution’ to human civilization.]

[Trade it for the serum!]

[The specific evaluation criteria will be jointly determined by Pangu Technology and the Xia Country Academy of Sciences.]

[Determined!]

Boom!!!

This was no longer an announcement!

This was the ultimate

judgment from an Eastern "deity"!

Want eternal life?

Fine!

First, check how many good deeds you've done in this life!

First, check if your contribution to this world

is sufficient!

This was simply the most arrogant and unreasonable way!

To declare war on all the selfish, greedy, and filthy

capitalists worldwide!

Declare war!

Meanwhile, at this moment.

In the CEO's office on the top floor of Pangu Technology.

Lu Chen watched calmly as the world's richest man—kneeling at his company's entrance like an old dog begging for scraps—appeared on the screen before him.

There was no ripple of emotion on his face.

As if all of this was perfectly natural.

"Master."

heavenly craft's ethereal, virtual figure slowly materialized beside him.

Looking at Lu Chen's calm, almost cold face, a hint of human-like confusion flashed in her intelligent eyes.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Wouldn't it be better to sell the serum directly to them in exchange for massive wealth and resources to develop our 'Space Program'?"

"Wealth?"

Lu Chen smiled.

It was a kingly smile, filled with absolute confidence and absolute control.

"heavenly craft, you must remember."

"Once you possess the power to arbitrarily set the 'rules'."

"So-called 'wealth'"

"Loses all meaning."

"The reason I am doing this."

"Is not for money."

"But for—"

The corner of his mouth curved into a profound arc.

"Selection."

"To select those who are truly qualified to live alongside me and head toward the starry sea."

"Companions."

"As for those who only know how to suck blood and plunder,"

"The parasites..."

"Do you think they still need to live?"